The campfire had probably been burning for about ten minutes.
Ya Tianxing then appeared, carrying a skinned rabbit and two plump river fish.
Hearing footsteps, Mo Shangjun dropped the twig in her hand and looked over to the right, following the sound.
At first glance, she saw a tall and straight figure.
At second glance, she noticed the food in his hand.
Only on the third did she see his face, sharply chiseled and charmingly handsome.
In camouflage military attire and black boots, he exuded a compelling presence, a dangerous aura radiating from him, yet irresistibly drawing one's gaze.
"Yo."
A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, and Mo Shangjun quirked an eyebrow at him.
That speed was quite fast.
They were still one kilometer from the military district, and both had spontaneously stopped and telepathically suggested a "competition."
Within half an hour, Mo Shangjun was responsible for starting the campfire, while Ya Tianxing was in charge of securing dinner.
